Krystal: A Fictional Narrative

I reach my hand out, groaning into my pillow as I press the snooze on my alarm clock for what must be the hundredth time this morning. “Honey, you need to walk up or you may be late now do we?” She says in this cheery voice that always makes me happier. “Okay mom. I’m getting up.” I say, and finally roll out of bed. While getting ready, I can’t but feel a little excited to see my best friend, Krystal, for no reason. Krystal should have been named Sunny because She was always cheerful and kind. She would never let me down and I was always happier with her. It was like we were made to be friends. While we may at times seem like polar opposites, it didn’t matter, we completed each other. She made my pessimistic, darker, and generally not …show more content…
We get to my house and munch on popcorn while going through homework. We get through most of it without getting sidetracked, when I suddenly can’t help, but feel a need to ask Krystal a question that has been on my mind for a while.
“Do you ever really think about just how many people there are in the world. There are seven billion people in the world,” I put emphasis on the seven billion, “The plethora of people and some people still think that only two types of people are acceptable. Isn’t it insane that there are such a variety of people out there that could be so different and instead of cherishing it and finding it interesting people just find it weird and trash it.”
“Yeah, but when you think about it even though we say differences should be cherished, which is right, it is just that some people just don’t understand those differences. We can’t blame people for being ignorant because then we would be doing the same as they just did, instead we must walk them through the differences and explain it slowly, which would take forever for all seven billion people.” She says this like she is trying to teach me and I can’t help, but